The system guided Kyle and his companions deeper into the sprawling halls of divine white.
The corridors stretched endlessly, glimmering with faint golden threads woven into the walls as though the building itself pulsed with sacred power.
Each step echoed against the polished floor, too perfect, too pristine, as if no mortal feet had ever dared to touch this place before.
Silvy squinted against the sheer brilliance and let out a sharp breath.
"Does everything have to be so blinding? White walls, white ceilings, white floors… it's suffocating."
Her voice broke the silence, a whisper in comparison to the vastness around them.
Her hands tightened around her staff as though she could banish the oppressive brightness by sheer will alone.
Kyle glanced at her, his expression calm despite the strange place.
